Welcome to the first installment of my "file under" series of moments. Occasionally, one of my blog entries will begin with these words. More times then not, these entries are going to be about the times in my life when common sense did not prevail.
When you look back on college, what's the very first memory you think of? My guess is that a decent amount of people think back to a drinking story (as I do), but how many of you have undeniable proof that the event did occur and that the result of the moment was as unspectacular as you remember.
Enter the magical email.
To this point I have only shared it with a chosen few.
The email itself is a response I received from Natalie, one of my closest friends at college my freshman year. Within the response is the email that I (Doc Holliday) sent to her.
Whenever I read it, I unknowingly start shaking my head in disapproval.
Enjoy...
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Date: Sun, 4 Feb 1996 19:06:59 -0600 (CST)
From: Natalie Grace
To: Doc Holliday
Subject: Callin all Beck fans, come in Beck fan.
Hello? Could you please explain a certain message I got. Just keep
reading, there ya go...
On Fri, 2 Feb 1996, Doc Holliday wrote:
Somrthinf rong wihh the world roday I don't know what it is somwethnig
romg in my ewyes. I'm bleeped up my nosril, heklp me snooze like a
peartkitre dalcon. Please call me tomorropwe when you wake upQ! Why
did I leo lett msself get moster madfished. Love yiu like Mr T's
Pineapple juuse!
Well, wasn't that special! I'm expecting a speedy delivery!!!
Natalie
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On a side note, I figure I should tell my second favorite story about Natalie as well. Later on our freshmen year I was able to gain some dirt of my own on her when word leaked that the RA from my floor found her and a guy who lived a couple doors down from me in the guest bathroom of our dorm at 5am one morning drunkenly singing their very own rock ballad "Tinkle, Tinkle, Little Toilet" to the porcelain god residing there. Why that tune never made it to the airwaves I'll never know.
When you look back on college, what's the very first memory you think of? My guess is that a decent amount of people think back to a drinking story (as I do), but how many of you have undeniable proof that the event did occur and that the result of the moment was as unspectacular as you remember.
Enter the magical email.
To this point I have only shared it with a chosen few.
The email itself is a response I received from Natalie, one of my closest friends at college my freshman year. Within the response is the email that I (Doc Holliday) sent to her.
Whenever I read it, I unknowingly start shaking my head in disapproval.
Enjoy...
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Date: Sun, 4 Feb 1996 19:06:59 -0600 (CST)
From: Natalie Grace
To: Doc Holliday
Subject: Callin all Beck fans, come in Beck fan.
Hello? Could you please explain a certain message I got. Just keep
reading, there ya go...
On Fri, 2 Feb 1996, Doc Holliday wrote:
Somrthinf rong wihh the world roday I don't know what it is somwethnig
romg in my ewyes. I'm bleeped up my nosril, heklp me snooze like a
peartkitre dalcon. Please call me tomorropwe when you wake upQ! Why
did I leo lett msself get moster madfished. Love yiu like Mr T's
Pineapple juuse!
Well, wasn't that special! I'm expecting a speedy delivery!!!
Natalie
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On a side note, I figure I should tell my second favorite story about Natalie as well. Later on our freshmen year I was able to gain some dirt of my own on her when word leaked that the RA from my floor found her and a guy who lived a couple doors down from me in the guest bathroom of our dorm at 5am one morning drunkenly singing their very own rock ballad "Tinkle, Tinkle, Little Toilet" to the porcelain god residing there. Why that tune never made it to the airwaves I'll never know.
